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notion is to have the women occupy a snow tower and the men attack them
with snowballs。〃
〃Why；〃 Bushwick said； 〃this is the snow…fort business of our boyhood！
Let's go out and fortify the ladies at once。〃 He appealed to Verrian and
made a feint of pushing his chair back。 〃May we use water…soaked
snowballs； or must they all be soft and harmless？〃 he asked of Mrs。
Westangle； who was now the centre of a storm of applause and question
from the whole table。
She kept her head and referred again to her paper。 〃The missiles of the
assailants are to be very soft snowballs； hardly more than mere clots； so
that nobody can be hurt in the assault； but the defenders may repel the
assailants with harder snowballs。〃
〃Oh；〃 Miss Macroyd protested； 〃this is consulting the weakness of our
sex。〃
〃In the fury of the onset we'll forget it；〃 Verrian reassured her。
〃Do you think you really will； Mr。 Verrian？〃 she asked。 〃What is all our
athletic training to go for if you do？〃
Mrs。 Westangle read on：
〃The terms of capitulation can be arranged on the ground； whether the
castle is carried or the assailing party are made prisoners by its
defenders。〃
〃Hopeless captivity in either case！〃 Bushwick lamented。
〃Isn't it rather academic？〃 Miss Macroyd asked of Verrian； in a low
voice。
〃I'm afraid； rather；〃 he owned。
〃But why are you so serious？〃 she pursued。
〃Am I serious？〃 he retorted； with a trace of exasperation； and she
laughed。
Their parley was quite lost in the clamor which raged up and down the
table till Mrs。 Westangle ended it by saying； 〃There's no obligation on
any one to take part in the hostilities。 There won't be any
conscription； it's a free fight that will be open to everybody。〃 She
folded the paper she had been reading from and put it in her lap； in
default of a pocket。 She went on impromptu：
〃You needn't trouble about building the fort； Mr。 Bushwick。 I've had the
farmer and his men working at the castle since daybreak； and the ladies
will find it all ready for them； when they're ready to defend it； down in
the meadow beyond the edge of the birchlot。 The battle won't begin till
eleven o'clock。〃
She rose； and the clamor rose again with her； and her guests crushed
about her； demanding to be allowed at least to go and look at the castle
immediately。
One of the men's voices asked； 〃May I be one of the defenders； Mrs。
Westangle？ I want to be on the winning side； sure。〃
〃Oh； is this going to be a circus chariot…race？〃 another lamented。
〃No； indeed；〃 a girl cried； 〃it's to be the real thing。〃
It fell to Verrian； in the assortment of couples in which Mrs。
Westangle's guests sallied out to view the proposed scene of action； to
find himself； not too willingly； at Miss Macroyd's side。 In his heart
and in his mind he was defending the amusement which he instantly divined
as no invention of Mrs。 Westangle's； and both his heart and his mind
misgave him about this first essay of Miss Shirley in her new enterprise。
It was； as Miss Macroyd had suggested； academic； and at the same time it
had a danger in it of being tomboyish。 Golf； tennis； riding； boating；
swimmingall the vigorous sports in which women now excelwere boldly
athletic； and yet you could not feel quite that they were tomboyish。 Was
it because the bent of Miss Shirley was so academic that she was periling
upon tomboyishness without knowing it in this primal inspiration of hers？
Inwardly he resented the word academic； although outwardly he had
assented to it when Miss Macroyd proposed it。 To be academic would be
even more fatal to Miss Shirley's ambition than to be tomboyish； and he
thought with pathos of that touch about the Italian nobility in the
Middle Ages； and how little it could have moved the tough fancies of that
crowd of well…groomed young people at the breakfast…table when Mrs。
Westangle brought it out with her ignorant acceptance of it as a social
force。 After all； Miss Macroyd was about the only one who could have
felt it in the way it was meant； and she had chosen to smile at it。 He
wondered if possibly she could feel the secondary pathos of it as he did。
But to make talk with her he merely asked：
〃Do you intend to take part in the fray？〃
〃Not unless I can be one of the reserve corps that won't need to be
brought up till it's all over。 I've no idea of getting my hair down。〃
〃Ah；〃 he sighed； 〃you think it's going to be rude：〃
〃That is one of the chances。 But you seem to be suffering about it； Mr。
Verrian！〃 she said； and； of course； she laughed。
〃Who？ I？〃 he returned； in the temptation to deny it。 But he resisted。
〃I always suffer when there's anything silly happening； as if I were
doing it myself。 Don't you？〃
〃No； thank you； I believe not。 But perhaps you are doing this？ One
can't suppose Mrs。 Westangle imagined it。〃
〃No； I can't plead guilty。 But why isn't it predicable of Mrs。
Westangle？〃
〃You mustn't ask too much of me； Mr。 Verrian。 Somehow； I won't say how；
it's been imagined for her。 She's heard of its being done somewhere。 It
can't be supposed she's read of it； anywhere。〃
〃No； I dare say not。〃
Miss Macroyd came out with her laugh。 〃I should like to know what she
makes of you； Mr。 Verrian； when she is alone with herself。 She must have
looked you up and authenticated you in her own way； but it would be as
far from your way aswell； saythe Milky Way。〃
〃You don't think she asked me because she met me at your house？〃
〃No； that wouldn't be enough； from her point of view。 She means to go
much further than we've ever got。〃
〃Then a year from now she wouldn't ask me？〃
〃It depends upon who asks you in the mean time。
You might get to be a fad； and then she would feel that she would have to
have you。〃
〃You're not flattering me？〃
〃Do you find it flattering？〃
〃It isn't exactly my idea of the reward I've been working for。 What
shall I do to be a fad？〃
〃Well； rather degrading stunts； if you mean in the smart set。 Jump about
on all fours and pick up a woman's umbrella with your teeth； and bark。
Anything else would be easier for you among chic people； where your
brilliancy would count。〃
〃Brilliancy？ Oh； thank you！ Go on。〃
〃Now； a girlif you were a girl〃
〃Oh yes； if I were a girl！ That will be so much more interesting。〃
〃A girl；〃 Miss Macroyd continued； 〃might do it by posing effectively for
amateur photography。 Or doing something original in dramatics or
pantomimics or recitationbut very original； because chic people are
critical。 Or if she had a gift for getting up things that would show
other girls off； or suggesting amusements； but that would be rather in
the line of swell people； who are not good at getting up things and are
glad of help。〃
〃I see； I see！〃 Verrian said； eagerly。 But he walked along looking down
at the snow； and not meeting the laughing glance that Miss Macroyd cast
at his face。 〃Well？〃
〃I believe that's all；〃 she said； sharply。 She added； less sharply：
〃She couldn't afford to fail； though； at any point。 The fad that fails
is extinguished forever。 Will these simple facts do for fiction？ Or is
it for somebody in real life you're askin